Pauly's Home Cookin' Open for Business! [Open Frequency]

[Hellish]

*Pauly turns on his radio*

"Hello everybody! I'm Paul Froyer and do I have a deal for you! For just a bit of ammunition you can get a home cooked meal! Maybe you want some cocaine huh?! I don't fucking know! We also offer other services such as mercenary work! Maybe you need someone dead?! I don't fucking care! I'll do it mother fucker! We also have job positions open! So just come on over to Pauly's Home Cookin'! Located in Novy Sobor at the small store next to the church!"

*Pauly turns off his radio*

[Denniscr]

* Mishka chuckles and clicks his radio on *

I will hunt down my own Meal little mouse , Why would I hire you to that ?

* he clicks the radio off while shaking his head *

[Hellish]

*Pauly turns on his radio*

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? I'm selling quality home cooked food like from a restaurant. Whatever... Keep eating your mice you fuckin' dumbass."

"Pauly turns off his radio*

[Roast]

-Sammy picks up his radio and speaks into it.-

"I'm a big eater, what kind of shit you cook brother?"

"Hell..Cook me some spaghetti!"

[Chernov]

*Harold chuckles to himself*

Been a while since I got to cook anything. Been even longer since I got to eat a meal that wasn't shit. I might pay you a visit sometime.

*Harold turns his radio off*

[Wolfe]

Bailey glanced between the radio in one hand and the apple in the other contemplating for a moment before shrugging and taking another bite of Apple. She chewed for a moment before keying the radio and bringing it to her lips to speak.

"Hm.. Well.. I don't think you'll ever get close to my home cooking.. And not that I call this place home.. But perhaps I'll see you around. Would be nice to have a meal with a bit of flavor for a change."

[Hellish]

*Pauly turns on his radio and laughs*

"Lady, I owned my own restaurant back in the day. I went to school so I could be a chef. Maybe we should have a cooking competition? All of you guys are welcome to taste my wonderful food and drugs. So come on down!"

*Pauly clicks off his radio with a laugh*

[Ronan]

*Sean clicks on his radio at the sound of the strange man's voice*

"You sound like my kinda guy... Good luck with your... business. Try not to end up cooking and of your employers."

*As he fades out from the transmission, you hear a maniacal laugh*

[Wolfe]

She smirked and a chuckle could be heard as she keyed the radio to respond.

"Hey now.. I never said I was good at cooking. I do enough to survive with a semi-edible meal. But my art is in something else, not cooking. You can keep that title." 

[Ellie]

Jena listens to the man on the Radio and decided to reply

Do you by any chance make Wedding Cakes? I'm in need of one in 2 weeks time. Please let me know as soon as possible.

*Jena clicks off her radio and gets back into her bed with her soon to be Husband*

[Jack the Ripper]

*Stanley's thick British accent booms overt he radio with enthusiasm.*

"Home made food? Drugs? Are you fuckin' Jesus or somethin' cause that's the best damn thing I've heard since this whole thing started! I'll 'ave to pay you a visit sometime, with plenty of ammunition!"

*Stanley lowers the radio, smiling to himself. It took a few minutes for him to realize how terrible his last line of dialogue sounded, and he hastily started transmitting again.*

"Ammunition as payment, not.... ahem.... not to.... you know. You sound like a decent bloke, and I'm not one to threaten someone who sells food an' drugs. Too many cunts around these days that'd do somethin' like that. Anyhow, you 'ave a good day pal."

*Stanley clicks off his radio and leans back in the grass.*

[Dr Brandon]

*Zach Presses the button on the radio*

"HEY PAULY! Can I have a job as a cook? I'm really good at cooking that white crunch!"

"I mean cooking drugs ain't to different from cooking food is it?"

*Lets go of the button*